Fantasy Boy (A Luke Hemmings Fanfiction)

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*3 months later*

-Taylor POV-
I walked inside the house determined not to be caught by my pregnant mother. Who was by the way 7 and half months pregnant.

I bumped in the table. "Shhhh!" I tripped on something. "Fuck." I mumbled to myself. Instead of getting up, I stayed down and crawled my way to the stairs. I reached the bottom of the stairs when the lights flicked on. My mom was standing at the top of the stairs. Busted. "Hey mom. I was looking for my contact." I pretended to feel around for it. "Here it is." I stood up.

"Are you drunk?" My mom voice was stern and hard.

"No." She stared me down. "Maybe a little."

"Taylor Riley! What the hell is wrong with you?!" I cringed each time she yelled. "I don't know what happened in London but you're not the Taylor I raised! I don't know who you are!" She disappeared up the stairs. At first I thought she was done but she came back with a handful of clothes. She dropped down the stairs. "Get out!"

"Mom?" Tears formed in my eyes.

"Get out. I don't want you to come back until you get yourself together."

Mark appeared behind her. "Janet?"

She kept her eyes on me. "Leave. Now."

I looked at her. This couldn't be happening. She was just joking right? But her face only showed how serious she was. I picked up my clothes and walked out the house. I got into my car and sat there and cried. My mom just kicked me out the house.

There was a tap on my window. Mark was standing there. "Great you came to chew me out too huh?"

"No. I came to talk to you. Do you mind unlocking the door?" I reluctantly unlocked the door. "Thank you." He sat in the passenger seat and looked at me. "How you feeling?"

"Amazing." I replied sarcastically. "I love getting kicked out the house with nowhere to go."

"Listen I'm just trying to help..."

"Don't." I said with unnecessary force. Tears continue to fall from my eyes. "I don't deserve it."

He turned and faced me. "What happened to you?" I fix my attention on the steering wheel. "When you left for London you was this happy go lucky girl. But when you came back, it was like it wasn't you. It wasn't the Taylor I met after the third date with Jackie. It wasn't the same bright care-free girl I met either. I don't know who you are anymore."

"Things changed." I said in an audible whisper. "People change. Life goes on."

"What happened Taylor?" For the first time since I got home I allowed myself to think about Luke. About us and that night. About Lindsey. "Come on I just want to help."

I shook my head as I stared out the window. "Me and Luke..." I bit my bottom lip. "We had..." It was so hard to say. I collapse on Mark's chest. "He was my first." I cried. "I had sex with Luke and now he is having a baby with Lindsey."

"Oh Taylor." Mark wrapped his around me as I cried into his chest.

"And to make things worse, I loved him. I really did love him." I sat up and wiped my face. "The only way I can forget about him is by getting drunk. I..." I trailed off. I didn't know what to say anymore.

"I'm sorry." Mark whispered.

"It doesn't changed the fact that I'm kicked out the house with nowhere to go." I looked at my hands and shook my head.

"Maybe if you talk to your mother."

"Not tonight." I said shaking my head. "She obviously doesn't want to see me." There was silence between us. "I'm going to crash at the hotel and come back after school."